sisters

Rose lived the same life I did, but she doesn__ have PTSD. No bad dreams, no missing memories. Sometimes I__ jealous that she seems to deal with everything better than I do. But then I__l catch her with this hollow look in her eyes and think maybe she just disguises everything for my benefit.Maybe she__ broken on the inside too.

If we stood close to each other, side by side, as true brothers and sisters, then evil would not know how to stand between us.

We don't even know we are brothers and sisters.

A sister is a dearest friend, a closest enemy, and an angel at the time of need.

I know I could__e been on the other side of the line too. I refuse to accept injustice and inequality because I know it can be against any one of us, our brothers and sisters and friends and family. I know it__ personal. I know this is our only chance, our only planet, our only shot. And, I know this is my brick.

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.

But just as your body needs sleep, your soul needs time to rest in God. To learn more about Him. To talk to Him. To worship and praise Him. To fellowship with other brothers and sisters.

We are brothers and sisters. We are a sacred family.

What can I tell you about the alchemy of twins?Twins are two bodies that dance to each other__ joy.Two minds that drownin each other__ despair.Two spirits that flywith each other__ love.Twins are two separate beingsconjoined at the heart!

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

The fact that you have just buried your parent or parents and/or sibling or siblings does not make you less likely to die today.

The answer to the question __ow many children do you have?_ and the one to the question __ow many children are you raising?_ are not identical in all cases: some men are not taking care of their own children, some are knowingly or unknowingly raising other men__ children, and some do not even know that they each have a child, another child, or other children.

Snow stepped forward and slapped Josette, who slapped her back. Emmaline dropped the spoon and slapped them both - she had never slapped her child, or any child, before that moment. It happened so quickly - like a scene choreographed by the Three Stooges, which was what saved it. Emmaline started crying, then Snow. The three of them clung together.I want to cut off my hand, wept Emmaline. I never slapped you girls before.We should each cut our hands off, wailed Snow.Then making frybread two of us will have to stand together, you know, like each use our remaining hand, pat, pat. Josette and Snow demonstrated.Pat, pat, how pitiful, cry-laughed Emmaline.

I don't know how to stop the atrocities. I don't know how to make people care. But looking into my sister's eyes, we seem to have carved out something between us that none of the madness can touch. Invisible threads.

Something good happens to you, and you let off a different energy that attracts other good things.

We dropped our hands, both embarrassed by the sincerity of the moment. But I was learning, Sometimes you had to put it all out there, no matter how hard it felt to do so. When the people in your life were worth it, so was the risk.

People are always telling women to lose weight, and then when they do, other women attack them for it.

A coward talks to everyone but YOU.